There, she found more walls and winter vegetables and glass frames, but in the second wall there was another green door and it was not open.

Perhaps it led into the garden which no one had seen for ten years.

As she was not at all a timid child and always did what she wanted to do, Mary went to the green door and turned the handle.
She hoped the door would not open because she wanted to be sure she had found the mysterious garden--but it did open quite easily and she walked through it and found herself in an orchard.

There were walls all round it also and trees trained against them, and there were bare fruit-trees growing in the winter-browned grass--but there was no green door to be seen anywhere.

Mary looked for it, and yet when she had entered the upper end of the garden she had noticed that the wall did not seem to end with the orchard but to extend beyond it as if it enclosed a place at the other side.